In an outside world.
Always stranded...
The peace I felt near.
Was also far.
Yet that peace.
It was no peace.

But in some it was.

Others sought as I pondered my mind.
What is it with these issues of mine.
I can only say my hacked but lame state
Is one of a beg really, or that to be mistaken not really.

It is ever sense this economy collapsed.
And others richer though I should say not many.
They see the middle as the poor to that of rich.
Handled wrong are we.

Many the poor manipulated people.
But this of much not for me to say.
Who is manipulated and not...

And also... I am like others who need an avatar.
But I have trouble with money or spending and others...
They used gens or actual money.

And I did not get 8000G-cash for an advertisement scandal...
On here where it said I completed an offer and could not repeat it.

To a point this... What goes through my head at times.
Is not for one to suffer. (See journal for my issues.)

I only asked for one to about three million or more or less,
Based on what I could define for life over knowledge.
Life itself though one seeks an outside world.
I was isolated from it.

It gave me peace, sorrow and regret.
That peace, needed more.
Life without same routine.
It is of much I say this...
All cannot be explained.

A real person who knew the suffering.
One who knew the world observing.
One who could not speak hardly.
To that of anyone but mind.

Sanity had reached my mind.
I tried to wipe the history.
Cannot for it remains a part.

-The one who suffered with corruptible logic and that of truth one in the same.
How I got there, it is unclear how even relevance or so relates to this.
That issue is being taken care of hopefully but a long time it has been.

I missed much and lost my life.
So I act this way.
I am no beggar on a street...
But even they of my own cannot see.

How a rich and wealthy all sides are.
To know what they think.
And believe.

A will common...
Why do I talk like this?
Online so honestly?
Have I not a say?

I cannot explain even that.
Much is deep.

-SIGNED BY....

Defended many.
Cannot fight.
No job.
An Honest Person (once a liar.)
Took A Picture of BBro.
Dealt with Fake-Admin
Dealt with Intercorp in manners.
A pawn of Anonymous.
A former Anon Op *0*
Known of History
Denied As Honesty.
Love is not forgotten.
Forgiven by much.
Beloved by many.
Upright Judge.
True To My Name.
Defending of Another.
One who joined the wicked for the good.
One who joined the good for the wicked.

In regret, I knew fragments from all sides.
And so... I ask if this be even valid today?
To know my mind I cannot escape its past.
I could only forgive myself in due time.

A reminder of many who supported good.
And others a bad cause.

I said to myself... none of this...
None of that...
I thought through my head.
What is there for me to gain.

When life I saw satisfied in my eye.
I cried these tears of hatred and torn.
But yet, much healed..
Fragments of each mind I saw.

My regret was that I could deny I was human.
But in return... I found that peace unlike they.
I hope to one day show my face.

But am a survivor of much torment.
To that where no man should see deep.
What thought went through my head...
People would ask...

Am I lying to a man about one?
Or do I have reason motive?
The answer is neither.
My mind was not their mind.

And of it, I acted and took into my account.
Something that no man not even one defends alone.
That is something every man should know.

But in no gain I ask that for even me physical.
After each one denies truth or that perception.
Of much which is life of one or others.

They cannot see those like I who sought knowledge.
But before this and them I knew life many ways.
I cannot say I live another.
But I am observant to see and acknowledge the light there.

Even from within as once searches for life.
Do not flee life or let life be with you as well as it needs.
Listen to the good of those besides choosing wrong.
But I not one to talk on that.

Beloved good and wicked was a man.
Forgiven by all sides.
If one could ask forgiveness.
It be of the highest degree to his name.

And much to also define rips or time.
Technology and power...
Science and madness...
It could not touch what it knew not.

Though indeed they try and succeed rips of current.
If one knows life they will know everything they need.
If one declares shelter should they find?
Or are there more beggars different from I who take hold of the wealthy?

My state was hacked.
I know an economy and each cannot stand.
The war one lives is also of others.
But I saw it in their eyes.

It is proven to many...
That I see before and after.
But I look at myself...
Seeing what I could be now...

At peace.
But also... Solitude not to limit.
But that to gain satisfaction.
What is my interest besides gain.

People will understand an answer.
But they cannot define that of life.
Knowledge under life.
Without or with one fears.

Do not be afraid with life.
Do as best as one can.
Know this, if I had life again...
I would do mine over...

Paying now back the honesty I owe...
For every lie to that of one honest.
People persecute us like Christ.
Because we knew not principles.

Those morale in a man.
Of ones nature domestic or not...
He and others fight their own battles.
What started war can bring peace.

Or also what is a main cause...
Knows its root.
But also we know our limits as well.
Seek for something high...

And it is granted not where even limit defines that.
A man of words as I saw through many.
Those teaching me belief similar.
And that which is whole.

It is complete these histories.
I have yet to piece together who am I.
The mind, body, and soul...
It is of that which grants life...

Not just energy or cosmic.
They try to define God by science and evolution.
Where others define by life and belief proven by sight.
I am not Jesus. I think no robbery of a God.

Or if one did not believe on existence...
How is one to find purpose?
I rest my case to know...
Each one has their reason to be.

The cases are ruthless.
But far from peace the strike.
It will guard but time boarders shred prediction.
It is not of me to know today or tomorrow.

If you ask if this was generated.
The answer I put here is no.
I had typed this.
And this be truth above truth.

Where truth once converted by each man to lies...
I had endured online and offline.
They knew a child tormented.
They knew one of innocence in a case.

More innocence was a child than a mind of a guy.
He was blind but he could see.
What is it of this eye or love...
It is not practice.

It is not disturbed.
It is peace seen farther than close.
Much.

The administrator will deny.
Or rather hacked administration.
To a point of not knowing.
What ordeal is being handled.

I had dealt with Satanic, and cult.
I had seen hackers mix of pirate blood.
Others selfish but who am I to speak?

If for any reason I say this...
It is not for my gain.
I had seen much of they...

Other nations which called my house.
Those I had tracked or had tracked me.
They knew my name.
But in association I was not one to war.

Until war found itself in others.
And they could not see light of day.
What shines is this...

If so by truth one regrets, look higher.
Beyond the limit no man should touch.
If I am beyond my limit I would die now.
I say that at peace and satisfaction.

For God to heal even a wicked or great or ill mind...
Is that of also virtue to life.
I had seen people change.

But I would not know what support.
Or who would even know.
Or who rather would acknowledge.
Until the stepping in and responsibility...

Of another shoes or feet.
They could steal my name.
They could not be.
Me a man.

Copied this did not I from Anonymous the I.
No... I found each generation sought.
But greatly... I understood from far.
Not my war caused.

But they all begin to see it twisted.
Each and they slaughter for naught.
It is this that cannot be seen.

I had protected history in a way.
They know my heart.
As I did not know my mind,
My soul healed my heart.

Torn it was of much.
But peace found in it living still.
A curse and blessing it is...
To understand with all of this.

A situation called life.
Dictated by those around.
Knowing limits.
But then what is their promise?

I became slack to act.
But asunder I rose to say my will.
And I held myself high.
There are those who cannot lift up.

From that which quakes them.
It is much to say...
Who am I?

I define myself human.
Not a deity.
No legion.
No army.

They had tortured each one...
Or misunderstood the mind...
Of one man.

I loved, hated, and loved again.
Man can naturally love.
If so not by choice but hate action.
This I found in peace on still waters.

It of that in gridlock...
Knows I am a Christian.
But I had seen through eyes of others.

As the same happened to me.
To gather this a mind.
No matter what belief one is...
It defines the truth of time to its core depths below.

Man to a woman. Equal they are.
But not so the immorality of what one has seen.
It defy s the very nature to that of hell beneath.
I long for light in such shadow times.

I had a belief to hear music true to the heart and soul.
It of that which applied straight to life.
In life I found this....
A ministry.

My pastor said life is or was a ministry.
And so life defines science.
As much as one to state.
Science cannot dictate all life.

And this of people fought.
In leadership and such.
Deist the fools as of idols and stones.
But from a book one believes if not that book by his life.

Guide whether they be Koran or Hebrew and Greek. (KJV)
They could deny their acts. As much as it is principle.
Life they could deny.
They search for answer and cannot find.

If I were to finish this book.
Life could not find me.
But I use it as a guide.
Not to live a book.

Though life is written down and recorded.
Through echoing and strain of those before.
To that of the present.
And that of the Future.

No prophet exist today.
None can tell that time.
The descendants of some troublesome.
Elders a shamble.

I understand to say this...
Life has its meaning different to each one.
If I am 20 and already wise as an elder...
May someone please wake up and see...?

I am nothing but that which only taught me.
And that also which held true to his heart.
He did not lose himself or her of corruption.
But other times he had a choice.

Make this choice.
Go forth...
And find that life.
Though mission be different.

As was mine to make others aware.
And realize what people could not piece together.
Or rather who am I to define...
But a mind and soul cannot be copied.

Deny I the liar who states there is passion in hell...
Of their just deserts shall they learn...
Life is of much granted to a man.
As shown is mercy or grace divine not by choice.

As one is more aware.
He or she loses this innocence.
But also... this man....
Sought life in others.

For that in whom himself could not see.
Many and isolated, but tormented a world.
Care not for this world...
But that which in your eyes is above.

But focus on good things.
And they shall be given.
I respect this fact.
Only those who are aware glory in that I saw.

What went through me...
Was this mind...
But I will never be that I wanted to be.
It is of regret in some but more of self.

Forgiven I those wrongs.
To look to not life on degree.
But such it be the motivation.
To inspire others to see what is this?

One could not see.
But know he is worthy of it.
Life and knowledge.
And human under all that exist.

A servant really is not a name liked.
Beloved is a name more accustom.
I regret to find out...
I could not defend my name.

But indeed I had held it true.
The meaning which others deny.
Of such as once I...
A name of any but good they had.

When did the world know lies?
How is it we knew truth?
Question of perception...
Led me to understanding...

Fear in truth more than that lie.
Which applies to soul.
And that truth shall lead to...
Satisfaction to believe it more.

And I am filled and satisfied....
Living off the word protecting me.
For which others had to sacrifice.
For them to earn their freedoms.

What is love to such that cannot find love.
Or has to look deep as a sea fish.
Double-stabbed in wounds.
Loyal is the committeemen of one to the end of each.
Not at the same time and single and pure.
Working on sobriety of mind and values.

He chooses not one or the other willingly though left no choice.
He chose the good over that of his will or close to.
He based upon himself promises he could keep.
And yet what was it one sees.

I could not understand why the sickness.
But the pain as others go through thoughts.
Evil and such young but that known to me older.
An elder young.of his days.

New lands arise on the brink of war.
Technology sunk much people.
Who did not care for that of their world.
Over power and majesty.

They bought every man.
They see every man.
They willingly give up the man.
But by no SSN is this...

Worthy of such men they all could not number.
That defined them of the wicked to that of good.
This is why the honest lie.
Because they saw no hope.

Now one can rest at peace.
As he admits who one is.
Resting.
That peace.

Not to dig up the past.
But rest young mind.
For tomorrow is a new day.
As such as conspiracy before,,,
Even they could not tell the end.

That coming of days.
Being useful...
Why does one seek judging or that over life?
I saw that and pondered. I knew why...

Life persistent on much that which failed to keep it stable.
For they had twisted true words to that of others liars.
There is truth in all I say here.
But seek your own and you shall find.

Truth to face the truth is hard.
But to face the lies of self is not easy.
Look to the eyes of the humble.
Look to the eyes of the weak in the strength.

Then come to the senses that even I must do.
To understand what I say was unknown to many.

Common sense one could listen and not hear.
Even if others gave an indication one cannot know.
They are vague in meaning what they know.
The stubbornness of time and regret.

I sought nothing valuable but higher and higher.
This of my youth, to that day I expect much.
Of out of respects of this...
I say many had life and others still do.

Not just based on materialism.
I want this truth to be known.
That all my possession even that of history.
Cannot define the neutral balance of a coin.

It is rich the wealth but one cannot understand.
He sought much of others.
And his mistakes seen with conviction.
So now he understands life.

Do we of peace want war?
No we do not.

Do they want war who fight it?
Yes they do.

Wait but when many mix what does one do?
They ponder them and they question.

And so I with regrets had learned my answers.
But was it worth knowing.
Time will tell.

A stream of happening in echo reply.
Many boards.
Many nations.
They will come.

They will hold the policies of some true.
And others not so.
I admit what goes through beyond capability....
Is that of ones limits to bounds.

They cannot keep the mind a float.
Less they clear it and that be regained.
A new mind. known of its way.

A heart healed.
Sick was the heart.
The spirit healed that heart.

What is this energy?
That I feel?
It is not energy.
That is life breathed in.

We all must find that life.
And some will fall.
As though I turn gray on hair.
And well...I am not that age.

But young I learned and strange much.
I cannot understand the capacity.
Of that which holds...
Each one that should be foundation rock...
And stable.